Pearlescent berries, swelling under the summer sun
I’d been so looking forward to my redcurrant crop. They’d been coming on a treat.
Redcurrant jelly perhaps.
Or maybe that almond and redcurrant tart I made last year. The really delicious one that we paired up with the genuine Cornish clotted cream?
It was the wind chime in the fruit cage that gave it away.
A sharp jangling of notes on a day when there was no wind.
No prizes for guessing where my fruit has gone..